Selunelia vs Dabriel

“True, I am capable of using magic without my staff, however I am not in the process of using any.” She’d inform, smiling as she continued to press on. “You’ve just failed to take in to consideration that maybe my feminine and gentle form is a sign for something different?” She’d tease, winking as she continued.

If she had gotten him down to two knees, she would then quickly release his hands and change her approach. Jumping and reaching her legs out, she’d attempt to wrap his head in a figure-four headscissors, landing on her back and bringing him down with her. “You see, us Witches operate a bit differently than I assume you expect. See, the more magic we’ve absorbed, the more our base abilities will go up. I can show you what one of my drain spells feel like, if you want to be sure~”

Dabriel buckled down to one knee as he tried to push back against the witch's unexpected strength. She taunted him in the meantime, winking at the struggling angel who turned pink as he felt his other leg begin to crumple under him, bringing both of his knees to the canvas now. "Gah...you aren't muscular, so how are you this stron-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence - Selunelia would release his hands and go for a different tactic, leaping at the boy with her legs spread wide! Her thighs tightened around his skull as she fell back to the floor, bringing the angel with him! "Hrrkk!!" Pressed against the witch's warm crotch made his eyes bulk, not helped by the constricting torment currently being applied on his skull by her thighs. They felt heavenly around him, and yet equally painful. The angel would kick about wildly, struggling for vain freedom!

"Ggh...that just...sounds like stealing!" The angel managed to wheeze out as she explained the source of her physical prowess. "A-And what do you mean by a drain spell...?!" He spluttered as he tried to seize her toned, smooth thighs with his hands in an attempt to pry them apart to set him free!

“Fufufu, well that is the intention of absorbing power.” She’d giggle, watching him kick while trying to pull her thighs apart. However she in response would tighten her hold, letting him know that she intended to keep him there until she was done, not when he’d get his own chance at escape.

“Oh, it’s quite simple really.” She’d say, sounding completely calm as she had him trapped between her legs and so close to her crotch. “I activate the spell and the magic and energy from whoever is in direct contact with me gets taken in a burst. Not all of it right away, but a good amount if I get a good gulp or two in.” She’d then lick her lips, thinking on possibly using the spell on him for her amusement. “I’ve never tried an angel’s magic before, I’d be interested to know what it feels like. Of course though I promised to not use magic.”

’At least, for this round.’ The witch would think to herself.

The harder the angel struggled in the witch's thighs, the more pressure she applied to his skull as if to punish him for his 'defiance'. Selunelia was relaxed and enjoying this at her leisure, watching the angel try and break free from the iron-clad thighs clamping down on his head.

"Gah...you're so...shameless!" The angel protested between her legs, trying to avoid the warm sensation of her crotch so close to his face. "S-Stealing is wrong, no matter if it's strength and m-magic...!" His pure and virtuous morals coming to the forefront of his mind. As an angel, such feats sounded horrific to him. In the meantime, she may have promised to not resort to magic in this round, but that didn't help Dabriel to break free of this vicious hold!

The kicking of his legs began to slow. The hands on the witch's thighs would slip to the sides. "Nngh….have to...stay awake...!" The angel was fighting a losing battle right now, so long as he remained in this hold...but would the witch let it end so easily?

"There's nothing to be ashamed of." Selunelia would state, looking at the trapped angel with a seductive smile. "Drain magic is a very difficult catagory to master, and I've gotten it down perfectly. I would show you, but alas, rules are rules. And what good would it do if I broke my own set rules?"

The busty witch would continue her tight headscissors for up until she'd see the angel begin to grow weaker and weaker, his body slowly relaxing as she held him in place. But before the angel boy would lose his consciousness, she'd release his head, using her legs to push him off her before getting up.

The witch would give him a second to recover, using the time to wave and kiss to her enthralled audience in ataunt to the weakened angel boy. But when she'd see him begin to get up, she'd turn back to him, placing a hand on her hip as she smiled to him. "So Dabriel, are you ready to continue our match?"